...shut up and eat.
Menu du jour:
Hopeless Desperation
I'm lost.
Here I sit on the edge of my days off. With horrid anticipation I start a new week of unknown miseries. I am so tired. My spirit has taken a beating and whatever glow it once had has been dull for entirely too long.
It doesn't help that the people who surround me are equally or more miserable than I am. Hard to believe? Probably not so much. There's not a lot of positive things going on in this world right now.
Cops killed. Plane crashing, killing two families. New commercials from the ASPCA about abused animals that I can't watch and have to change the channel immediately on sight. Homeless tent cities growing just minutes down the freeway from me.
Talked to Punk Rock Boy, he's still unemployed. He started seeing his ex-girlfriend for a brief time and she then cut off associations again. I knew his feelings were elsewhere when I dated him. I'm so tired of being second choice.
There is no relief for my mind. Things have got to change.
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